Twister 2917

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He hangs up the phone and ashes his smoke. He opens the fridge and reaches for a beer. He turns on the TV. The manroom’s overrated, he says.

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Twister 2916

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The marriage would end before the honeymoon was over. The weather added to their melancholy. I’ll have to get mad at someone else, she said

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Twister 2915

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The son walks slowly up to his father and asks what it means to be a man and the father laughs heartily and says, No really, what do you want?

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Twister 2914

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He confuses perspiration and constipation to tragic effect and now gym isn’t fun anymore. When I’m an adult I’ll laugh about it, he thinks.

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Twister 2913

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He enters the house and says, Hey, your hair looks great! and his friend looks at his wife sheepishly as her suspicions are sadly confirmed.

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Twister 2912

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

He wants to be smart enough to be interviewed by Charlie Rose. Or respected like Max Von Sydow. But mother is demanding. She loves oatmeal.

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Twister 2911

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

Sometimes he thought about handsome men. And sometimes, he thought about beautiful women. But most of the time, he thought about bbq sauce.

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Twister 2910

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

And he tried to explain what he meant when he told her he loved her and she said, We live on different planets, but that wasn’t news to him.

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Twister 2909

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The beginning of the end. I could sense it from the moment she called me goomba. I mean, that was so, what, 70s? I’m more stylish than that.

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Twister 2908

By Arjun Basu | Published: March 5, 2011

The room smelled of lust, or at least, a deep desire for something new. Tongues were wet. Glistening. Exposed. And then the chef appeared.

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